Changsheng: My realm is more than perfect

Chapter 77 Fate is as good as words

Spring, autumn, winter and summer.

The seasons change.

A year passes quickly.

Over the past year, Wu Meng has followed the steps step by step. There is not much outstanding improvement in his cultivation, but he has made considerable progress in other aspects.

The most outstanding ones are Shuoyue Hand Technique and Danxin Tongjuan.

After condensing his spiritual consciousness, his hand technique practice speeds up by leaps and bounds.

If the previous progress can be compared to getting started, then within one year, Wu Meng has broken through two hurdles in a row, reaching Dacheng, and looking forward to perfection.

He is now performing the technique with the effect of a faint moon. Many techniques have been simplified and summarized, and the basic techniques have almost reached the point where the technique can be performed instantly.

Not only that, the pinching action is also very hidden.

If you want to achieve perfection, you need to further cultivate the effect of the new moon.

According to what the jade slip said, at that time, a surgery can be hidden in the mind and the surgery will be completed.

Wu Meng is looking forward to this.

As for Danxin Tongjuan, the essence of it is already familiar.

Just a few days ago, Wu Meng suddenly had an enlightenment after closing the book. Although he had never thought about any elixir recipe, his elixir heart was condensing on its own.

The flowing wind, the crescent moon, the tree shadows, the time...

Each thing is like a spiritual material, thrown into the furnace of the heart.

They merge and alternate, seemingly capable of evolving all things, but they always remain in ignorance.

Danxintong.

This is a fake elixir, but it has infinite possibilities.

Wu Meng suddenly realized.

Although no one has ever told it before, he clearly knows that the completion of the fake elixir means that the practice of the elixir is complete.

The next path lies in refining the meaning of ignorance.

Among the two, the practice of Danxin Tongjuan relies entirely on comprehension. Wu Meng had accumulated it for many years before joining the sect, but now it was just triggered in one day.

But the speed of Shuoyue's hand technique left him a little confused.

Is it possible that I still have some hidden talents that have not been discovered?

There is no time to practice.

Another year passed.

In the autumn of this year, Luo Qingbao came to visit.

This year he seemed to have encountered something troubling. This time, he only came twice, which was in sharp contrast to previous years when he came every month to listen to stories and drink tea.

As the only friend since joining the sect, Wu Meng tried several times, but the information he got was extremely weak.

This day.

It happened that the maple dew had condensed and dripped all over the sky, like stars in the sky.

"This tree has condensed maple dew for the first time since it entered the courtyard, and you happened to catch up with it."

Wu Meng invited the man to sit down and took a few drops of maple dew into the cup. It was crystal clear, full and round, like a fairy weeping.

"Tea? Flower brew? Juice? Or wine?" Wu Meng asked.

"liquor!"

Luo Qingbao responded extremely simply.

Wu Meng took out a jar of 'Mei Lingxian' from the cellar.

He didn't tinker with this wine by himself, but asked Wang Xumeng to get the recipe and make it accordingly.

It is not only a fine wine that can satisfy the appetite, but also has wonderful effects and is beneficial to spiritual practice.

Of course Bidan pills are not enough, but who would compare diet therapy with food and medicine.

The paper sealing the altar was untied, and underneath was a layer of fresh green grass, with flowers blooming among them, and the strong aroma of wine wafting out.

This is a technique called Mei Ling Shu, which is a side technique that Wu Meng learned in order to make wine.

There was no sign of Wu Meng casting any spells. He just pointed a little and the 'Fragrant Grass Seal' melted away, revealing the clear wine below.

There were plum blossoms blooming in the wine, and snow was falling.

The aroma of wine instantly filled the entire courtyard.

Luo Qingbao had a melancholy look on his face, sitting under the tree in silence. As the wine seals were peeled off layer by layer, his mind was drawn to it bit by bit.

At this moment, seeing the beautiful winter scenery reflected in the altar, his eyes widened, his mouth grew wide, and the tip of his nose moved continuously.

Wu Meng smiled when he saw this, poured the wine into the bowl, and pushed it to Luo Qingbao. A bowl of beautiful scenery kept swaying before his eyes.

Luo Qingbao's Adam's apple rolled up and he felt drunk.

He picked up the bowl and took a sip with squinted eyes.

I don’t remember what happened after that.

The next day.

early morning.

Luo Qingbao woke up and found himself lying on the stone table.

He stood up, his head still a little dizzy, and then he remembered what happened yesterday.

But for some reason, my heavy heart when I walked in the door yesterday actually felt much lighter.

He raised his eyes and looked around, and saw Wu Meng who was practicing in the side courtyard.

"Are you awake?" Wu Meng said from a distance.

"I... didn't say anything yesterday..."

"no."

Luo Qingbao's expression softened and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Wu Meng walked over and said, "You pulled me back and just said you didn't want to make elixirs anymore."

Luo Qingbao was startled: "Did I tell you?"

"Yes."

Wu Meng nodded, but what flashed through his mind was what happened yesterday.

Luo Qingbao pulled him drunk and told a surprising story.

‘The story originates from a weak man named ‘Goudan’ who was bullied by tribal children since he was a child...

First, the immortal root was discovered, and his status suddenly improved...

Later, he joined the sect, and because he didn't like fighting, he devoted himself to practicing alchemy. Unexpectedly, the road to elixir was elusive and time-consuming. His practice was unsuccessful and his family was in conflict. His father's tablet was removed from the clan ancestral hall, and his mother was ordered and humiliated... …

The end of the story is that Goudan is determined to give up the easy path of alchemy and join the fight for the path of immortality. ’

Wu Meng came to his senses.

The plot has quite a bit of ups and downs, but it’s just too bloody, and even today’s Jianghu novels don’t dare to write it like this.

Luo Qingbao usually seems to have no great ambitions and no plans for the city.

Such people are a rare breed in the Immortal Sect, and it can be said that they are doomed to encounter hardship.

In the past years, Wu Meng has tried to enlighten the other party through many sinister Jianghu stories, but unfortunately he has had little success.

All we can do now is try our best to provide support.

"Have you thought about it?" he asked.

Luo Qingbao smiled: "I'm not as talented as my junior brother, so how can I have a choice? Yesterday I was just in a depressed mood, and somehow I ended up in my junior brother's cave."

"That's fine."

Wu Meng took out the Shuoyue Manual and handed it over: "I found it in the Taoist Taoist's storage bag back then. Since you don't want to take the alchemy path anymore, you will definitely have to fight. Practicing this scroll will be of great benefit."

Luo Qingbao took it and looked at it, his eyes were red, he turned his head and blinked hard.

"Will you come to listen to stories again?"

Luo Qingbao shook his head: "I can't listen anymore... Now I have to enter the story by myself. I just don't know if I am the shrimp you mentioned or a supporting role..."

"Can't he be the protagonist?"

"How can there be a useless protagonist like me..."

Luo Qingbao smiled and shook his head: "I will be away for a few months, and a senior brother discovered an immortal cave. It was speculated that it was the legacy of a senior in the foundation building stage, and he invited a few people to explore together..."

"So hasty? Why don't you practice longer in the sect?" Wu Meng said in surprise.

"It's always too late to prepare. If you miss the opportunity, it will be difficult to catch it again."

Seeing that the other party was resolute, Wu Meng had no choice but to give up and took another three hundred spirit stones to Luo Qingbao, asking him to prepare some immediate supplies.

It’s spring and autumn again.

Luo Qingbao never came to the courtyard again.

Wu Meng occasionally went to Fangshi to purchase supplies and inquired about them.

The news they received was that none of the five disciples who left the sect years ago had returned and there was no news from them.

(End of this chapter)